A friend of mine said to me the other night, “You know how they say that you can’t choose your relatives, but you can choose your friends? Well…that’s bollocks.” I was startled at first, but then I realised the truth in what he said. When I think back to some of the close friends I’ve had over the years, I find that I never had a choice in the matter. We met, we gelled, we became friends, we discovered all the things we don’t like about each other, and here we still are. I might love some people, but on occasion, I don’t like them. You could argue that you could walk away, but I could no sooner give up on the emotional investment I’ve put into a friend than that of a relative. The true friends are there for better or for worse, and I for one, would not have it otherwise.
I can’t say I’ve ever looked at someone from a distance and thought, I think I’ll be friends with you, and you, and you, hmmm…not you…you, etc. Like most relationships, the good ones always seem to just happen, catching us off guard and by the time you realise that it’s going to take some effort to keep the momentum going, its too late. You’re in it…that’s actually a nice kind of punch in the gut when you realise you don’t want to do without someone. I have some friends in my life that have been there so long and we know each other so well, we don’t even bother being polite to each other anymore – is that a symptom of the inflexibility that comes with age?
Pause for a moment and think about the random and unexpected ways you’ve met people. Did you ever actually have a moment of realisation that you were friends? I’ll bet that in most cases, it just crept up on you…Is there anyone in your life that you just wouldn’t want to do without, despite having some pretty huge faults? (bearing in mind that your friends are dealing with a ball of imperfections in you as well, kind of nice huh?)
Pardon my rambling today, it’s the last day of the year and my mind is wandering…